Chapter 45 The Sword Wind Stops Suddenly

The head of the trident glowed dark green and released a strong stench.

On her left and right, two slender assassins also drew their swords at the same time!

This first blow was to kill her!

Behind Long Qilan was a big rock, and the people above were also holding sledgehammers and smashing down.

She finally ignored her skirt, held the spear tightly with both hands, and with a cry, she swung the spear in a circle, forming a whirlwind around her!

The range of the spear was enough to force back the attackers from all directions.

These assassins were still afraid of death, and they didn't want to be replaced one for one.

In just a moment, the movements of the assassins in the four directions of left, right, front and top all stopped.

Long Qilan was still struggling, she knew that this gun wind could not be blocked for too long, and now she could only find a gap to jump out.

But suddenly, she felt a chill on her thigh.

She almost reacted instinctively, turning the spear and rushing to the left.

There was a sharp sword stabbing out from the ground at the original position!

A cultivator who could escape from the earth rushed up. If Long Qilan was a second slower, she would be split in half from bottom to top.

Although she was not killed by the blow, Long Qilan's thigh was bleeding instantly!

Her hands lost strength instantly. Even though she was an earth cultivator in the mountain realm, she was holding the spear with black eyes and asked weakly.

"Who are you?"

"You don't need to know."

The masked man waved his hand, and the assassins gathered again.

Long Qilan could no longer run away, and she closed her eyes helplessly.

But what came randomly was not the pain of death, but a gust of sword wind hanging by her ears.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

"Snap!"

In just a moment.

The wind stopped.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Only the birds in the mountains kept calling for a long time.

Long Qilan slowly opened her violet eyes and saw a masked boy in front of her, holding a thin sword in one hand and the other hand behind his back, looking at her calmly.

And those assassins who cooperated tacitly, six earth-cultivating mountain-level cultivators, just lay on the ground quietly.

They died in an instant?

"Ouch..."

Without the threat, Long Qilan immediately relaxed. She couldn't even say thank you, and just leaned down and lay down.

The wound on her thigh couldn't stop, and she was about to die from excessive blood loss.

But in front of Tian Xiu Xianzun, this little injury was nothing.

Yue Qingling stepped forward, hugged her slender waist, and touched her thigh wound casually. A stream of ice crystals condensed on her wound, blocking the bleeding point.

Then, he took out the healing pills he had just obtained from the cave from the storage bag and stuffed them into Long Qilan's mouth.

Seeing her pale face gradually regain its color, Yue Qingling carried her on his back and floated away.

Before long, other monks would come over. They would check the bodies, take away the treasures on them, and then rush to the top of the mountain to see the empty cave.

As for the identities of these assassins, Yue Qingling didn't care.

He had to save people.

He was not very interested in the open and secret struggles within the Dragon Saint Kingdom.

Yue Qingling carried the slender Long Qilan on his back until he came to a cave, and then put her down.

Long Qilan was 1.8 meters tall, one centimeter taller than Yue Qingling.

Especially women are taller. At first glance, Long Qilan is much taller than him.

So it was not so easy for Yue Qingling to carry her all the way here.

Such a big girl, despite her beautiful and bright appearance, he really couldn't get interested at all.

"Qingling, don't you like this type?"

Huang Xinning asked with a smile, with a hint of teasing in her tone.

Yue Qingling's performance just now was obviously a little impatient, and she could clearly feel that Yue Qingling was not interested in this big girl.

So Huang Xinning was quite happy.